The Golden Farce

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The Golden Farce

The train hissed. A long, dying moan. It cut the air like a scalpel. Elias stood by the window. The glass was cold. His breath fogged it. He wiped it away. The fog returned. It would not let go. Across the aisle, a man sat. He wore a grey suit. The fabric looked wet. It clung to his ribs. His hands were folded. They trembled. "Last stop," the conductor said. His voice was dry. Like crushed...

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